Ernest Hemingway first used this term (to my recollection), and it seemed appropriate to talk about it as well as I first celebrated Holy Communion at First Presbyterian Church-Henderson, then went three blocks north and celebrated Holy Communion with our sister Church, Cotton Memorial Presbyterian Church.
And what was beautiful was that bread was central to both sermon and feast: John 6 this morning (vs. 35): I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry...nor thirsty.
On pilgrimage, I always look for the places where I will be fed next, literally and figuratively. That was true today as I took the bread of life two two different Presbyterian Churches who both are reliant upon the bread of life.